Love and Dreams - Quotes
Some people meet that somebody that they can never stop loving no matter how hard they try. I wouldn't expect you to understand that or even believe it. But trust me, some loves just don't go away.
You can't return to the place you never left.
Deep In The Heart
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up these defenses, you build this whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They do something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own any more. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination, not just in the mind. It's a soul hurt, a body hurt... gets inside you and rips you apart pain. I hate love.
Rain plays piano on Dad's car;
Rain plays xylophone on Sister's head;
Rain plays drums on the ground;
Rain ballet dances on flowering petals;
Rain is a wonderful musician.
In no other game but love can you make all the right moves and still lose.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
Never let a probem to be solved become more important than a person to be loved.
The Joy Journal
Courtship is exciting and romantic because it thrives on the edge of disaster. It co-exists with the threat that, at any moment, it could fall apart and be lost forever.
Pillow Talk: The Intimate Marriage From A to Z
It's the things in common that make relationships enjoyable, but it's the little difference that make them interesting.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
In my dream, the Angel shrugged and said, "If we fail this time, it will be a failure of imagination." And then she placed the world gently in the palm of my hand.
Do you want me to tell you something subversive? Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more.
I traveled half a world to forget her, but all I did was miss her.
I am forever changed, because of who you are, and what you have meant to me.
Hey, I've got a great compliment for you. I might be the only person on the face of the earth that knows you're the greatest woman on earth. I may be the only one who appreciates how you are in every single thing that you do; and how you are with Spencer, Spence, and in every single thought that you have and how you say what you mean and how you almost always mean something that's all about being straight and good. I think most people miss that about you. I watch them, how they can watch you bring their food and clear their tables and never get that they just met the greatest woman alive. The fact that I get it, makes me feel good, about me.
As Good As It Gets
How could I be so immature to think you could replace the missing elements in me. How extremely lazy of me.
Death has never been so feared as the day love was born.
I can only think of one important question that came to me as a shooting star shot across the sky at the late hours of the night. Will you marry me?
Survivor 2: The Australian Outback
I believed in love for a while. Now I believe in love kinda like I believe in the lottery. It's always happening to someone else.
Anything less than mad, passionate, extraordinary love is a waste of time. There are too many mediocre things in life to deal with, and love shouldn't be one of them.
Dream for an Insomniac
Love is fed by the imagination, by which we become wiser than we know, better than we feel, nobler than we are; by which we can see life as a whole: by which and which alone, we can understand others in their real as in their ideal relations.
Love truth, but pardon error.
Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit. (Perhaps one day it will be pleasing to remember even these things.)
The Aeneid of Vergil
Certain springs are tapped only when you're alone.
My love for him was so exquisitely pure that if we all were capable of giving and receiving such a beautiful gift the world would be a far more brilliant place; I think we'd all be poets.
The Center of my Universe
'Do you love me?' I asked him, seemingly out of the blue but in my own mind the question had been rolling off my lips for some time. He just looked at me with his head cocked to one side as if to say 'what on earth do you mean?'. I persisted 'Do you love me? It's a simple question Michael.' He paused, took a deep breath drawing words into his mouth. 'I do, yes. I love you Nathalie.' I think in any other mindset I would have ran into his arms and told him that he'd made me the happiest woman in the world, but it's a funny thing when the delusion wears off and you see someone in their truth for the first time... I was hardened, he was lying, nobody was wrong or right at this point and no matter how many 'I love you's would leave our lips, we had reached our end.
The Center of my Universe
Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh.
Our love was a kiss attempt of two people wearing glasses. Putting them off didn't come to our minds.
The love we give away, is the only love we keep.
I once thought of love as a dream, but now know it to be more than any man deserves and far more than any man could ever deserve.
Your fantasies are unlikely. But beautiful.
Man will never fly because flying is reserved for angels.
No matter how perfect is physical beauty of a girl, if she could trample and not to appreciate the love, she doesn't worth of being loved.
Some pursue happiness - others create it.
A man has not known true pain until he has torn his own heart in two, in order to keep it from becoming broken.
Love is like a fire, it crackles and lights up, sometimes burning out immediatly, sometimes never dying... but most of the time it just flames up and then burns nearly out, leaving a single flame, of which you could relight it and keep it going for eternity on. Even the tiniest flame can turn into a wildfire.
A child who lost his dog yesterday knows more of love than some of have spent a lifetime in it.
Looking back, I wish I could bottle the stuff that made it better, but how can one bottle time?
I feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet, putting her in a wheel-barrow and wheeling her down the street.
Be humble, for you are made of the earth. Be noble, for you are made of the stars. Serbian proverb
Why is it better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all? I don't get it. If you've never loved, you don't know what you're missing.
It's only when you've experienced it firsthand that the idea of losing it can seem so intolerably painful, so nauseatingly frightening, surely?
Ignorance is bliss, as they say.
For this reason I believe there should be separate phrases.
1. "It's better to be in love than never to have loved at all."
2. "It's better to be hit by a truck than to have loved and lost."
The conflict between the reason and love kills the heart, the same as the country will be demolished if the civil war starts.
I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss of her mouth, one touch of her hand, than an eternity without it. One. City of Angels
I never dreamed cause I always thought that dreaming was for kids, just a childish thing, and I can swear love is just a game that children play but no more than a game, till I met you.
Till I met You
Dans les forets noir je vais les soirs, les belles etoiles sont au-dessus, je pense que dans leur lumineres, je voir les yeu des ceux qui m'aiment
(In dark forests I go by night, the beautiful stars are up above, I think that in their lights, I see the eyes of those who love me.)
What good is a heart, if it does not break?
Love is the only endeavor in which knowing what you're doing is no help at all.
If you choose not to return, I will understand. Your absence will be of my own doing. But at the same time my existence will be utterly miserable without you by my side. I will shiver, for you are my warmth - I will be lonely, for you are my friend - I will be lost, for you are my guide. Everything good in me, no matter how small, you discover. I long to see your smile in the morning, to feel your touch in the evening. Please, Kathryn, return and grant me your forgiveness.
Letters for Emily
The thing about walking alone, it allows you to reflect on your day. And I couldn't wait to reflect on this one, but I guess it would have to wait.
Approach Love and life with reckless abandon